Page 23 of The Coyote's Veterinarian Omega

“Fuck,” I managed, gritting my teeth as he pushed deeper. How much morewasthere?

He cried out, suddenly, then dropped his head to rest against my shoulder. “Fuck,” he breathed, “Wyatt, you’re sotight.”

Part of me wanted to complain that was because he’d jammed what felt like a tennis ball up my ass, but I was too busy trying to remember how to breathe around what felt like my body literally splitting in two.

Cam grunted as he tried to pull back, then whimpered with me as it became apparent he was stuck. He was lodged in there until his cock deflated—he’d successfully knotted me.

Something fluttered to life in my belly, and I almost laughed.

Cam glanced up at me, concern in his eyes now. “Are you okay?” He sounded almost horrified. “Fuck, Wyatt, I’msorry, I should haveasked—”

“It’s okay,” I murmured. “It doesn’t … feel bad?” I frowned. That was a kind of lie. It hurt. But I … liked it?

God, my head hurt, trying to sort out all this new information. I needed to sleep on it. Think about it all tomorrow. I was sure everything would be clearer in the morning. Studying had always felt like that. There was so much being crammed into my brain, I couldn’t possibly remember it all. I’d go to bed in a haze, feeling like I hadn’t retained a damn thing, then wake up and realize I already knew everything, backwards and forwards.

“How long do you think it’s gonna take for …” I gestured vaguely toward our bottom halves.

Cam bit his lip. He looked sheepish. “I … uh. Don’t really know.”

“Never knotted anyone before?” Part of me was flattered.

“I, uh. Haven’t come yet.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling a bit dumbfounded. I glanced down. “Well. It’ll go down eventually, right?”

Cam made a noise, but it didn’t sound like a yes. I looked up at him, and he grimaced. “It, uh … it’s not supposed to.”

I frowned at him. “It’s a shifter thing,” he said with exasperation. “Alphas are supposed to, uh …serveomegas in heat, and …”

He gestured vaguely with one hand, then winced.

I stared at him for a minute. Then I said, “So you stay hard until you come?”

He nodded. I felt my frown growing by the second. “And … you don’t come until …?”

“Until we knot the omega,” he said.

I glanced down again. “Well,” I said slowly, “you’ve knotted me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So now you just gotta … come.”

He made a face. “Don’t seehow.I’m stuck. Can’t really move.”

I considered him for a second or two longer. Then I took a breath, and, concentrating, contracted around him.

His eyes went wide. “I can move,” I said, squeezing him tighter, then rolling my hips.

“Ah,” he said.

I squeezed him again, and he bit his lip. I rolled my hips again and watched his eyes flutter shut, and I realized I had all the power here. I was going to make him come.

“Jerk me off,” I commanded, feeling heat steal into my cheeks as I said it.

Cam wrapped a hand around me, his grip mirroring what I was doing to his cock with my ass.

I rocked my hips up again. He picked up my rhythm, and we moved together, slow at first, then faster and faster as we approached the finish line.